"You like... voice acting?" Rong Jingyang repeated her words.
Though his tone was light and unremarkable, everyone couldn't help but shiver.
The lion was about to roar, no, the lion was about to tear its prey apart!
"Yes." Du Ruoxin tilted her head, facing his cold and sharp gaze, but she wasn't afraid at all. "I said I would support myself, I don't need a single cent from you."
Rong Jingyang curled his lips coldly. "This is what you call supporting yourself?"
"By selling your voice?"
By being obscene—
Du Ruoxin saw the man's dark face and knew he despised her.
No, she hadn't even recorded anything!
But to anger Rong Jingyang, to embarrass the Rong family, Du Ruoxin stubbornly said, "Work has no noble or low status, you are discriminating."
"Rong Jingyang, have you ever heard of 'laughing at the poor but not at the prostitutes'?"
The man, infuriated by the woman's recklessness, felt his temples throb. He raised his hand, his fingertip pressing against her lips, and said sarcastically, "You compare yourself to a prostitute?"
Du Ruoxin's pupils constricted. You scoundrel, I was quoting an ancient proverb, a proverb!
"No—"
Before Du Ruoxin could retort, Rong Jingyang said with a cold face, "Mu Li, take Madam..."
His words cut off abruptly.
He would never allow a second man to hear Du Ruoxin's moans.
Rong Jingyang picked up the woman and walked into the recording studio.
Mu Li knew that his master wanted to hear the voice acting the Madam had just recorded, to see how far the boundaries were pushed.
He opened the computer and stared at the dense audio files. Mu Li looked troubled. "Master, there are quite a few files."
Rong Jingyang: "Play them one by one."
Mu Li: "Yes."
He clicked on the first audio recording, and the woman's moans immediately filled the speakers.
"Harder..."
Du Ruoxin: "—"
Mu Li: "—"
Damn, this was so explosive?!
He felt he wasn't suited to be here, let alone listen to this with a married couple.
Mu Li vanished on the spot.
Du Ruoxin's entire body tensed at the seductive sounds. This was... too... much...
Her face flushed and her heart pounded involuntarily.
Just as her body burned and she wanted to close the computer, Du Ruoxin was surprised to find that Rong Jingyang's reaction was even more intense than hers.
Men were indeed animals who thought with their lower halves.
Du Ruoxin scoffed and began reciting a calming mantra.
However, the sound was like magic, burrowing into her mind and refusing to leave.
Especially when Rong Jingyang played the second audio, with the woman panting, "Husband, I want...", Du Ruoxin jolted violently.
No, she couldn't listen anymore!
Reflexively, she reached out to close the computer.
But Rong Jingyang was faster, pulling her hand back. "Keep listening."
Du Ruoxin's face was flushed, and she felt blood rushing through her entire body.
But she wasn't the only one whose blood was rushing; the man was even more so. His breathing was erratic, and his eyes were filled with desire...
Du Ruoxin didn't believe Rong Jingyang would force her here. She scoffed, "Listen if you want, but Mr. Rong, don't let your beastly nature take over, don't be so ravenous."
The man lowered his gaze. "Hm?"
Was she trying to remind him?
Rong Jingyang circled her waist with one arm, pulling her close to him. With his other hand, he gently stroked her fair, white neck.
His kiss landed on her earlobe.
Du Ruoxin felt as if all her strength had been drained by him. She wanted to resist, but her limbs refused to obey her brain. They were limp, unable to even hold a toothpick, let alone fend off the man's rock-solid body.
"Rong Jingyang... let, let me go..."
As soon as she spoke, her husky voice, mixed with the vibrations from the audio, acted like a catalyst, heating the air in the room.
Du Ruoxin wished she could bite her tongue and die.
She had sworn to give him the cold shoulder, to anger him, to keep her distance from him, but her body betrayed her.
It responded in a way completely opposite to her will.
It shouldn't be like this.
Rong Jingyang was such a scoundrel. She couldn't just forgive him so easily with a kiss and a hug, showing no principles or bottom line.
Du Ruoxin made up her mind and dug her fingernails into the man's thigh.
However, the man's muscles were like steel. Not only could she not pinch them, but her hand also slipped.
Du Ruoxin gritted her teeth—and pinched herself.
"Ah!"
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—"
Her delicate skin on her waist immediately bore the imprint of five fingers.
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Was this woman truly foolish? So ruthless that she wouldn't even spare herself?
Sensing that she was about to pinch her other side while holding back tears, he let her go, no longer teasing her.
"Stupid woman!"
He stared at her with disdain, his eyes full of amusement.
Du Ruoxin, not to be outdone, retorted, "Heartless, scoundrel!"
Rong Jingyang narrowed his wicked eyes. "Hm?"
Du Ruoxin smacked her lips, not daring to argue further.
Having finally gotten him to let her go, she couldn't afford to provoke him again.
Turning her head, she huffed, "Mr. Rong, how much longer do you plan to listen?"
Actually, what she wanted to say was, don't lose control while listening.
Rong Jingyang didn't answer, merely clasped her hands tightly, preventing her from hurting herself.
"..."
As time ticked by, Du Ruoxin felt her own reactions being drawn out.
She had never experienced anything so thrilling. This was the first time since becoming an adult that she and her husband...
[Rong Jingyang, how long do you want to listen?]
[Can't you just stop listening?]
[I won't anger you anymore.]
[Really, I didn't record lewd sounds...]
Du Ruoxin screamed in her heart, admitting defeat in her mind, but due to her proud nature, she refused to say it out loud.
Until another audio file played, with the woman crying and shouting, "Brother, no more, it hurts so much..."
Du Ruoxin could no longer control her taut nerves. "Turn it off, turn it off!"
"Rong Jingyang, I was wrong."
She struggled frantically to break free from his grip, but the man's strength was too great. Her kitten-like force was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.
Du Ruoxin could only plead in a low voice, "Please turn it off, okay?"
"I didn't record lewd sounds. How could I do something so shameful?"
"The manager handed me the script and asked me to record, but I refused and even kicked him."
"Rong Jingyang, I really didn't record it."
The sudden loss of control and the trembling woman made Rong Jingyang's heart falter.
She—
What made her lose her composure?
He lifted Du Ruoxin's chin, his eyes sharp as he stared at her. "Where were you wrong?"
Du Ruoxin's face turned ashen, and her whole body felt cold, as if she were in air ten degrees below zero. "Tell me where I was wrong, and I was wrong there."
"Can you turn it off first?"
Rong Jingyang's deep black eyes studied her. Du Ruoxin was scared?
Why?
Despite his doubts, he knew that interrogating someone in fear was the best time, but Rong Jingyang still turned off the audio.
While gently stroking her back, he said softly, "Will you dare to do voice acting again in the future?"
"I won't dare anymore." Du Ruoxin finally understood how terrifying Rong Jingyang was.
If he tormented her like this every day, she would go mad.
Leaning on his shoulder, she was as fragile as a child. "I was wrong, Rong Jingyang, I was wrong."